A young lady sat among a field of clover. Her dainty soft blue eyes gazed down among the patch she was in, trying to find herself a flower. It's told a flower that grows in a field of clover is one of a kind since nothing can grow alongside the clover. She would scoot her silken white dress from side to side to look underneath it in hopes of finding a bud of any sort.
Yet she found none.
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